An Unconventional Christmas

Oh Lord, our raspy voices long for you.

Awaiting the hope of a Savior for a broken world, their raspy voices were finally put to rest. 

The scandalous entrance of a sweet little babe, the Messiah was finally here. Born into the ordinary, He brought Himself low for us. 

An unconventional Christmas. A King born on the floor of a stable.

The town was enraged. Joseph’s heart shattered into a million pieces. A virgin birth. Tension.

A soft knock of a weary family on a late, late night. “Sorry, there is no room for you in the inn, but there is room in the stable behind.”

The screaming of a painful birth. Heaven held its breath.

“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.”
Psalm 139:13-14

This verse applies to our very own Savior. Profound.

The weary mama with a raspy voice laid her heart down in full surrender because God calls us to do hard things with joy— for young Mary, this meant bearing the weight of the world through the love of God’s Son.

The plan of God unfolding. The promise. The gap between us and God— destroyed.

For He will come again, but until then, keep fighting for hope in this broken world we call our home.